I’ve seen his lanky body,

Pick up the grass blocks

To calm his mind.

I’ve seen the book he always carries;

Which he writes in all the time.

A place where his vague memories are stored and safe.

I’ve seen the green puppetmaster 

Start to pull some strings.

Got his hands on the secret journal

And wrote something misleading.

Started to excuse the now confused.

Is he a traitor?

No! Everything is fine!

I’ve seen his panic room,

Filled with writing so grim.

A voice that won’t leave him alone

Left to wonder, is that truly him?

I’ve seen him freak out 

About the music floating about

Fed up with the smile

That has forever caused him turmoil.

I’ve seen him grit his teeth,

Opening his new journal up wide.

And after worrying for so long,

He scratches out the accusatory page

Watching as the ink drys.

At last, at last, he’s free.

Free from the voice that won’t come back,

A hesitant smile graces his face,

He’s safe!

For now… 

I’ve seen that one day he wakes up, 

Going over the options

It’s really the only choice

He whispers to the Warden

I’ve seen him go to visit the now powerless puppetmaster,

The troublesome man locked away and gone.

Except… now he’s trapped and the evil mans gone,

Nothing is real,

Everything has gone wrong!

I’ve seen it all collapse.

The death screen popping up

Is it real? It can’t be-

It seems his memories are corrupt

I’ve seen him wake up,

From Dream turned Nightmare.

He visits again to clear it all up

Well, now it appears to be the first time.

I’ve seen his shock, no it can’t be… 

The Warden gets out the proof.

Right after he was locked up?

“Don’t let me near it!”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

I’ve seen this forgetful boy

Wander around the server;

Now in constant worry,

Of what the supposed powerless puppetmaster is plotting.

I’ve seen that at least his husband and adopted child

Make jokes with him all day.

He’s smiling a little brighter now,

Hoping everything wrong will go away.

I’ve seen him, though happy now with his life,

Looking over his shoulder,

Paranoia. 

Fear.

Following him with each long, lanky stride.